Camp Half-Blood: 1910

I hugged my knees like a scared little child. Why was my mother sending me away? Maybe it was punishment for not being more ladylike the way that she asked me to be. I didn't want to go away.

The carriage went through a pothole, which cause me to fall over on my side. "Oi!" I shouted in surprise. This was 1910! We should at least have some civilized transportation like them fancy Aeroplanes that them twins invented. I must have been wonderful to be flying like that. I wish that ladies had more privileges, but the men always told us that we en't smart 'nough to understand all of the complex machinery and such, but still… I'd like to fly someday.

"Amelia," called my mother's voice. She sounded real sad, like she was never gonna see me again.

"Yes, mum?" I asked, emerging from the carriage.

"It's time for you to go," she said sadly.

"Aren't you gonna come with me?" I asked, my eyes wide in fear.

My mother shook her head sadly. "Amelia, I cannot. You have to go alone."

"No," I said stubbornly, "I won't go without you.

My mother shook her head. "Alright," she said, "just go to the top of the hill, I'll be right behind you."

I eagerly nodded and bounded to the top of the hill that lay ahead of me. I turned back to my mother, smiling, but she wasn't there. She was leaning out the window of the carriage. The horses were moving out of sight. "I love you!" called my mother.

"Mum!" I cried, watching the carriage disappear. I stepped back, trying to get a final glimpse at the carriage, and tripped over a root.

I tumbled down to the bottom of the hill and landed hard on my back. "Diabolez!" I cried, which scared me, because somehow I knew that it meant "damnation" in a foreign tongue.

"Now, now, young lady. We don't use words like that," said a voice behind me.

"Who are you?" I asked, getting my guard up. I stood to face a man in a wheel chair with thinning brown hair and a tweed jacket.

"I am Chiron. Who might you be," asked the man.

"Amelia," I said looking down. "Amelia Earhart."

"Well, Ms. Earhart, might you have any idea who your Olympian Parent is?"

I looked at the man, purely confused. "Olympian Parent?"

"Oh I see," said Chiron, "Your mother has not told you, then?"

"Told me what? What the hell do you mean, old man!?"

Chiron made a "Tsk, tsk," noise and said, "The Greeks, young lady. Have you not heard of the stories they used to tell?"

"What?" I demanded.

"Jason and the Argonauts? Perseus and the Gorgon? Anything?"

"Yeah," I said cautiously. "Why do you bring up such rubbish?"

"They are real, Amelia. Those gods that they spoke of, those stories they told, all of it is real."

"No!" I said, realizing what was happening. "My mother has sent me to a camp for crazies. I've been sentenced to the nut house. Why! I am not crazy, I don't belong here."

The man hung his head. "No, Amelia. This is Camp Half-Blood. You, my dear, are a Half-Blood. Are you following me?"

"I would like to talk to the leader of this estate!" I shouted. "Who is the Head Nut?"

"Maybe this shall convince you," said Chiron, rising from his seat. As he got up, the bottom half of him turned into a regal, elegant horse.

"The craziness is rubbing off on me!" I shouted, grieving. "I am seeing things, for sure. I must find some place that makes sense!" I turned and started running towards an ocean where I saw another kid. Maybe he could help. As I neared him, though, I stopped dead in my tracks. He was half an animal, too. "NO!" I cried, running towards the water. I looked into it, trying to calm myself, when I saw three fully dressed girls sitting at the bottom. "NO!" I shouted once more.

Chiron came up behind me, looking really worried. "Amelia, accept it. You are not seeing things, this is real!"

"Nay!" I said sternly. "I deny this reality and substitute it with my own!" With that being said, and me knowing that I was crazy, I turned and jumped in the water. If I would have to live a life as a crazy, I didn't want to live a life at all. I hit the water and inhaled it. The girls that had been sitting at the bottom of the tide started coming towards me, but I blacked out.

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I will be writing more to this… It was really fun to write. Just so you know, I know that there is a lot of bad grammar here, but there's supposed to be. We're going to meet some famous people next. Next chapter should be up soon! Sorry that it was kind of short and fast-paced! Next chapter will be better, I promise!